The Demon Swordsman 3
Ch. 52 - The Surly Man
"Think how to control all this power without overloading your mind. It'll just destroy you like it did before."
The War God Spirit disappeared, counterattacking the Dark Dragon. The demon's body was weaving through the air, as the War God Spirit passed under its tail. The dragon directly hit the tail on the ground.
A hole is created in the form of an outline on the ground, cracking up to hundreds of meters inward. The Dark Dragon opened its mouth, spitting fire into the deep abyss it had just created. Its size was quite long, and it now formed a fiery abyss. The soil down there melted into hot lava. Meanwhile, the War God Spirit did not necessarily quietly let his opponent act.
Black lines came out again, moving around the body of the dragon who continued to dodge its twists. The War God Spirit chased wherever the Dark Dragon flew. Until in the end his black line managed to reach the dragon's head.
He tautly drew the Black Line, tightening the rope to the enemy. The Dark Dragon once again revolted, unleashing all of its might violently. Right now, approaching the Dark Dragon was like digging your own grave.
The Dark Dragon burned its own body with its Fire of Immortality. He won't burn for real, just that whoever comes close to him will die.
On the other hand the War God Spirit began to be affected from the Fire of Immortality belonging to the Dark Dragon. The Black Line was still wrapped around the demon's body, he did not want to let go even if it was just a fingernail.
"Hey, man! Your chance!"
The sound of the Dark Dragon roar along with the further it shattered around as a result of that stealth body continuing to rebel, made Xin Chen start to panic. Black discs were thrown everywhere, stuck on the ground of the hills. The temperature in that place simply could not be said to be normal anymore. Even the remnants of the armor and war weaponry left on the ground melted down.
The War God Spirit was starting to be unable to withstand the heat. The two Black Lines wrapped around the Dark Dragon's body began to be cut off and burned to ashes. The War God Spirit himself began to feel something like burning his spirit form. Which should not be touched. The power level of the Dark Dragon was indeed much more different. He could not doubt that, for that reason the War God Spirit did not take this fight lightly.
All he had in mind was to defend Xin Chen and win the war. Xin Chen's life was his life as well. The War God Spirit had been confined for a very long time. He longs for life, as does longing for the simple warm rays of the morning sun.
All he wanted was to live longer. Although in a sense it should be lodged in Xin Chen's body.
The War God Spirit was able to see Xin Chen begin to show signs of movement, his slightly thin smile resisting the pain that began to whack began to expand widely.
"At least after this war take me to the entertainment house. Arak and women, truly an entertainment like no other. Only a dumb human like you would ignore the most beautiful thing on earth."
The War God Spirit could tell about it, because in Xin Chen's memory there were barely any matters relating to wine and women. Only ambition and purpose continued to fill the young man's mind.
"The grim man."